These are the flowers from the garden of a pool that I visited a few days ago.
A little modest and not weeded piece of land with a few flowers - but what's the difference when you are welcomed with flowers, no matter how hard someone tried to arrange and maintain them or not...
And today I remember my grandmother, who was an exquisite gardener. I remember her delicate flowers, which she arranged in the garden every year or in pots on the window sills.
But part of the garden was left to my aunt, who planted her flowers in no order, left them to bloom, and they turned into a forest, a bush of flowers - the complete opposite of the order in the part of the garden where the flowers of my grandmother were arranged.
Let me tell you that my aunt was a dreamer, she always believed and dreamed of crazy "impossible" things, she always "flew in the clouds".
Her every action was a quest for freedom, and if she could not achieve this physically, she tried to do so in a spiritual way with constant self-improvement and self-awareness in a spiritual way.
But my grandmother died.
After everyone retired, my aunt now lives in a house with my mother and father. The garden is now modern - ryegrass for the lawn, small limited alleys with delicate flowers, the work of my mother - a retired teacher.
There is no longer a flourishing mixture of many kinds of flowers planted in one place, there is no more this wildness, this madness, the manifestation of the free spirit.
I was abroad for a few years, and when I returned, I could not recognize either the garden or my aunt. She has already become a decent, boring person who goes to bed at night with a handful of pills - against high blood pressure, diabetes, hypertension, depression, insomnia, etc. etc. Nothing of her free spirit is left. None of her "crazy" ideas and views on life. So much so that I can't even talk to her anymore, I can't share anything with her, I have nothing to say to her.
She's just a different person now. Maybe since they took away her wild garden and arranged her flowers in rows.
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 | Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you. |
What a wonderful post! I wish you had used a clear picture for the thumbnail, it is the picture that attracts the attention of people on the blockchain. The flower is great, but, that is not what shows. I think it is a worthy read.
A poignant and honest look at life.
Your writing is wonderful.
Thank you for Your attention, @dswigle! 🤗
I could reassure myself by explaining that my thumbnail picture is not clear. But I don't think there is a difference in the thumbnail pictures or photos in general of my last three posts and the previous ones. Neither quality/lack of quality is different. Nor are my previous posts better than my current ones. I have done so far numerous experiments with quality, quantity, thumbnail photo change, etc. and I saw so many things that honestly, I'm tired already. Tired even to want to know what's going on. And I think that was the goal. 😄